"well I can;t do anything he won't let me get close anymore. He never eats he never talks as if he just wants ti sit and rot" thor said as he was annoyed by his brother's stubbornness. Though Loki shell he had created was the stubborness...but something deep down was a smallest spark of hope left in his being making him a flower that if you pushed too hard that spark would be gone and thats why thor didn't dare press his brother.
Later that night, thor was fast asleep, Loki's glowing blue eyes scanned the room and slunk his way over to the bowl and grabbed the fruit and recoiled away to his corner and just sat and ate hungrily. He didn't want anyone to know he was hungry or anytuing he wanted to be left alone when people could see him. But he yearned for someone to understand the pain he went through to be lied to for so many years to be played with as if he was a toy for their amusement.